Maoli was curled up on the beam of the ancestral hall, rubbing a bronze lamp with his fingertips. The lamp has no wick and no fire, but it reflects the faint green of her right eye - that eye was burned blind by the heavenly fire a hundred years ago, and now it can only glimpse the obsession of the dead soul.
The sound of horse hooves was heard outside the city gate.
The girl in black rode her horse into the ruins, the horse's hooves splashing incense ash all over the ground. She pulled off the mask, revealing a face that was 70% similar to Zaoli's, with a fish-shaped silver nail in her left ear glowing coldly.
"My name is Bei Jin, and I'm here to borrow Yin."
Straw's pupils suddenly shrank. The three burn marks on the inside of the girl's wrist were exactly the same as the scar under her collarbone.
Intention: None